we could stay in this moment

LIAM

Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared

The Leafchange morning was chilly enough that Liam required a light jacket as he went off on his morning run. It never ceased to amaze him how beautiful the Greatwood was in autumn, with its myriad colors that set the world aflame. But this morning, he wasn’t out and about to admire the scenery. No, this morning, he had a very specific destination in mind, for a very specific purpose.

He arrived at Frey’s shrine slightly breathless, cheeks flushed from the run he’d taken to get there. From his pocket, he pulled a small carving of a lily - perhaps a nod to Rae’s Lilies, or perhaps just because he’d thought the flower was pretty, and wished to give Frey something that wouldn’t wilt or die because of his picking it. Beside the carving, he placed a ripe apple in a brilliant red hue, and a sprig of holly from the bush outside his house. An eclectic offering, perhaps, but one that he felt embodied the god of nature in all their forms.

”Frey, I have a request,” he prayed without preamble. ”I was hoping you could help me make something for my partner -“ And he felt a little thrill, just as he always did when referring to Maea. ”To help her with the cold.”

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Liam is asking for a quest from nature Frey for the following:

Type: Light | Style: Other | Level: Basic
Midnight Mantle | This black, fur-lined leather coat can sustain an Ancient in the cold for 15 minutes below 0C, 10 minutes below -10C, and 5 minutes below -5C.

Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again

Frey

At first nothing happens in the chill of the morning air, but soon enough, the sprig of holly begins to rustle and to grow. From it Frey's nature aspect emerges, now glad in the deep green leaves and crimson berries, unaffected by their prickly personality. "How selfless of you, sugar," they croon, leaning down to cup their hands around the lily carving, smiling and softly radiant. When they remove their fingers, the carving will have come to life, deeply rooted and happily flourishing beside the scarlet waters of the Cataract.

"I think there might be something we can do," they agree, straightening up with the apple in hand. They take a bite of the crisp, juicy fruit, relishing its sweetness, humming under their breath. "Alright, this is what needs to happen..."

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Liam has received a quest! He must:

1. Complete a thread hunting an Ursur and harvesting its fur.
2. Complete a thread hunting a luxere and harvesting its pelt.
3. Compelte a thread keeping Maea warm in a non-traditional way - i.e. no fire or sweaters or blankets, think outside the box!
4. Complete a thread collecting smoulder blossoms from The Climb. Be careful not to get burnt!

Bring the pelt, fur and blossoms to Frey on completion of the quest.

LIAM

Oh, how I find every subtle thing screams your name
It reminds me of places of times we shared

At first, nothing happened. But Liam was nothing if not patient, and after a brief time waiting, the sprig of holly began to rustle and grow, until Frey themselves emerged clad in emerald leaves and crimson berries. Liam inclined his head respectfully, watching as the god turned the lily carving into a real flower. It always awed Liam just what the gods were capable of, and this was no exception; the soldier knew that he would return regularly to this particular lily, just to make sure it was flourishing in its new home.

After hearing Frey’s instructions, Liam bowed his head again. ”It will be done,” he rumbled. ”Thank you, Frey.” Excitement blossomed in the soldier’s chest - this was something about which he was passionate, perhaps even more so because it wasn’t for himself.

fin

Couldn't live locked in these memories
Now I'm chained to my thoughts again